Chapter 32: Hard Questions

-Molly's POV-

I hid my face in Scott's neck and breathed in his musky cologne. Unlike some of the men that I had met throughout my life, Scott never wore heavy cologne, which always made it easy to pick up his natural scent underneath his aftershave.
I deeply breathed, letting Scott's presence surround me as I came down from the sweet peak he had taken me to.
Now that my mind was cleared of the desire he always seemed to spark in me, I was in disbelief. I couldn't believe what I had just let happen. Worst yet, I hadn't even really put up a fight. It was embarrassing yet so hot that I was filled with a ton of mixed emotions.
"Are you alright?" Scott asked quietly in my ear.
I didn't know how to answer that. Physically, I felt amazing. My body still pulsated with my wonderful orgasm.
But mentally and emotionally, I was confused and felt unsure of everything. It was difficult to admit to myself, much less to Scott. I just felt so much all at once I was having a difficult time sorting them all out.
"I'm fine," I heard myself say quietly.
Scott pulled back and searched my face. His deep penetrating gaze didn't seem to miss anything.
"Don't lie to me, Molly. When I ask you a question, I expect an honest answer. Are you alright?" he asked again.
The mixed emotions inside of me seemed to bubble up and boil over until I couldn't pinpoint one or the other.
Scott's accusation did not help at all either.
I wasn't lying! I just didn't want to tell him everything! Especially when I wasn't sure exactly what I felt.
Putting my hands on his chest, I pushed him until he gave me some room.
"I'm not lying!" I refuted in frustration. "I just don't see the need to tell you everything."
I tried to move away, but Scott blocked my escape route. I turned on him with a slight growl.
"That's where you're wrong, Molly. As your Master, I require absolute honesty. I'll give you as much privacy as I can. But when it comes to things I need to know, I will not back down from it," he told me firmly.
"And who decides what you need to know?" I asked with a smirk.
Scott just raised an eyebrow at my haughty attitude, making me almost regret the way I spoke to him. But I couldn't take it back, and Scott didn't seem quick to call me out on it.
"I do, baby girl," he said softly. "I will decide what's important. If I ask you, it means I've decided it was important. Right now, what we did was intense, especially for someone brand new to kink. I need to make sure you are okay, through and through. Do you understand?"
His words slowly sunk in, and I began to relax a little. Scott had stated that what we had done had been intense. So maybe it wasn't just me that felt a little off-kilter.
Sighing heavily, I leaned back against the wall once more. A slight breeze blew through the area, and I felt the cool air against my warm thighs. Gasping, I shoved my skirt down as a bright flush rushed over my face. That did not help my mood at all.
I started to wonder if I had made the wrong decision. There was no way a person in their right mind would have allowed such a thing to happen. What was wrong with me?
I felt a finger under my chin, causing me to look up to meet Scott's gaze. It was gentle and slightly worried.
"Molly, tell me what is going on in your head?" he asked softly.
I hesitated for a moment. It seemed really intimate to tell Scott everything. But after what he'd said, I really didn't have any more arguments left in me.
"I just... I don't know why you would need to know everything, that's all," I admitted.
Scott caressed my cheek softly and gave me a warm smile. "Molly, as your Master, it's my responsibility to take care of you. Contrary to popular belief, Doms can't read minds. So, I have to ask you these questions to make sure I know what's going on,"
I gave him a weak smile. On the face of it, Scott's request seemed easy enough. Just answer his questions honestly, so he will know how I'm doing. So why was it so hard to tell him what I was feeling?
He pressed a gentle kiss on my lips. "Why don't I start out slow? Okay?"
I let out a breath to calm myself. "alright. I think I can handle that."
"Good," he replied, his smile growling. "Are you physically okay? No bruises or scratches? And yes, I want to know about every little scratch, even if you think you don't need to worry about it."
I took a moment to do a mental inventory of my body. The brick wall had scratched up my back, but it didn't seem like anything was too bad or was bleeding. As for bruises... if I had any from what we had done, I would consider them souvenirs of a good time.
"My back feels a bit scratched, but I think it's alright. As for bruises, I don't really bruise easily," I reassured Scott.
He nodded in understanding. "I will still look at the scratches when we get inside just to ensure they're okay."
"I'll be okay," I tried to reassure him. "I don't injure--"
He pressed a finger to my lips. "For my peace of mind, baby girl. It's my job to care for you, and I take my job seriously."
I licked my lips slightly, tasting his finger in the process. I had the insane urge to suck on the digit, but I curbed it. Scott chuckled as if he could actually read my mind. But then again, my desire was more than likely evident on my face.
"Later, sweet one," he said with a chuckle before pulling away.
"Now that we have got that stuff out of the way," he said as he moved back and waved me towards the sidewalk. "Let's get back inside. We have a lot to discuss, and I'd rather do that sitting down on a comfortable couch with you in my arms."
My stomach turned with excitement and a bit of trepidation. I had no idea what more we had to talk about, but the thought of being in Scott's arms made my heart speed up. I would never admit it aloud, but I was looking forward to him holding me again. Even if I knew it was just temporary.